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May

Harry chuckled as he glanced out the window. He wasn't sure what Tonks' crime had been, but she was currently being tackled by all of Arthur and Molly Weasley's grandchildren-- the ones who could walk, at least. From the relative safety of the kitchen, Harry watched the struggle and tried to remember what flavor drinks he was supposed to be fetching for the two pregnant women outside. Hermione wanted grape, and Ginny…Harry looked at the various colors of drink on the counter and frowned. Strawberry? Sure, that sounded right. Filling the two glasses, Harry shook his head. Ginny wasn't even showing yet and she was already milking the fact that all the "significant others" were completely whipped.

As he picked up the drinks, Tonks stumbled through the door. "Bloody hell, mate," she said. She grabbed another cup off the counter, poured some water and downed it. "I don't know if I have enough energy for a kid!"

"You do. You'll get used to it," Harry said, chuckling. "How's Milosh doing?"

Charlie was in the process of moving back to England. His son, Milosh, was trying to learn the language and get used to his rowdy cousins.

"Oh, fine. He's playing with the others more, and only hides behind Charlie when they get too rough. Is that one Ginny's?" Tonks asked, pointing to one of the cups.

"Yeah." Harry handed it to her.

"I'll take Hermione's too. Stay here, okay? I want to talk to you about something."

Harry watched as she walked back outside to the picnic tables. After giving the drinks to the ladies, she leaned down and told Ginny something. A moment later, she was back in the kitchen.

"So what's up?" Harry asked.

Tonks sat on the kitchen table and ran her hands through her hair. It turned from purple to hot pink, then to dark green. "I'm nervous, mate. How bad were your nerves before Bianca was born?"

"Horrible. There were a few times I couldn't sleep. Ron was sick once. But once B was here, it got better…slowly. I mean, you still get nervous about screwing them up, but the waiting is over. Plus…you know how I was about our interesting family situation. That pressure's off since we talked about it, and you don't have to deal with that at all. You'll be fine."
"I know," Tonks said. "How'd the appointment go?"

"Great! We found out it's Ron's, but we don't know if it's a boy or girl yet."

"Are you guys going to wait to find out?"

"Yeah. Ron and Hermione don't want to know, and I wouldn't be able to keep it secret."

"She's got two more months, right?"

"Right. We're starting to go crazy."

"I'm already going crazy, and we've still got six months!" Tonks said, laughing. "Maybe it's because this one's our first."

Before Harry could respond, the rest of the Weasley clan came back inside. Fred and George led the way, smiling and nodding toward the living room. Harry and Tonks grinned and followed the crowd. They'd almost forgotten about the twins' surprise for Grandma and Grandpa Weasley.

"Everyone ready?" Fred asked. The children and grandchildren nodded as Arthur and Molly sat in front, looking confused. "Right then, we have a gift for the two of you."

"Fred and I sat quietly thinking a few weeks ago…." George started, pausing as there was a collective snort from the assembled group. "And we realized something: the Weasley-Potter-Tonkses don't have a family tree! But we'd be letting down the grand tradition of the 3Ws if we just gave you a boring tree with all our names on it."

"So, in true Weasley spirit, we sat down and put our heads together—"

"And couldn't come up with anything. But, while we were thinking, our children came shrieking and running through the house."

"We chased after them, hoping to experiment the age old question: spankings or time out?"

"Alas, Fred here tripped over a box of our fireworks—"

"And that's when it hit us!"

The twins waved their wands, and two purple drapes that had covered a blank wall in the living room vanished and a wall full of color was revealed. Eight firework stars filled the wall, the largest being Arthur and Molly's with the kids' and grandkids' stars radiating out from it.

"As much as we wanted to make it change colors, we thought that might be a bit much. It does sparkle, though!" Fred told them excitedly, as Molly hugged him and George.

The gang crowded around the large wall, looking for themselves. Harry grinned at Tonks, spotting two small fireworks without pictures.

*

Ron put Bianca down in her bed, holding back a laugh as the girl snored. He wandered back into the living room where Hermione and Harry were laughing at the smaller version of the Family Fireworks (which the twins were considering marketing). At the top it said, "One big dysfunctional happy family!" Underneath, it had all the Weasley parents and their children.

Bill and Fleur—Victoire (10 years old) and Dominique (8 years old)

Charlie—Milosh (8 years old)

Percy and Penelope—Molly (9 years old)

Fred and Angelina—Mirella (6 years old), Avigdor and Jeager (twins- 1 year old)

George and Katie—Landon (7 years old) and Othello (1 year old)

Ron, Harry, Hermione—Bianca (3 years old) and ?

Ginny and Tonks-- ?

"Two more months and we'll be able to fill in another spot," Hermione said, rubbing her stomach.

"Eleven grandkids," Ron said, smirking. "I wonder what Mum and Dad are thinking. You know they're sitting up looking at this thing."

"Molly's probably thinking she's going to need a lot more yarn for Weasley sweaters…." Harry said.

"Or that we're getting Weasley mittens from now on," Hermione agreed. "Come on, this pregnant lady's tired." Taking each of their hands, she waddled out of the living room.

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